So, I’m sitting here waiting for the Trick-or-Treating to die down so I can leave the front door. I thought it might be a good time to post Halloween pictures! So, here they are! Each of the kids had a very definite idea of what they wanted to be this year. And in the case of Robbie, 7 or 8 very definite ideas! Robbie finally settled on being Mario from the Nintendo video games. Emily was Tinkerbell. And Adam was Superman, of course. (For those of you who don’t know, Adam LOVES Superman!) Anyway, here’s a picture of all three of them together at Mom and Dad’s Trunk or Treat: [photopress:100_4635.JPG,full,centered]I had to include this next picture, just because Adam looks like the scariest Superman ever![photopress:100_4615.JPG,full,centered]Then, Emily is just too cute to not include![photopress:100_4637.JPG,full,centered]The kids probably had the most fun trick-or-treating in our neighborhood. They loved running from door to door and getting candy, even if it was really cold! The cutest by far was Adam. At every door (until he got tired!) he would run up as fast as his little legs would carry him. Then, after he had gotten candy, he’d run back down smiling and yelling “I got candy! I got candy!” It was uber cute! Anyway, after the fun, we took a picture of the kids with Mary (who was the cutest butterfly ever!). By this time, Adam was tired, so he didn’t want to be part of the picture! But the other three were cute! Anyway, enjoy, and HAPPY HALLOWEEN![photopress:100_4644.JPG,full,centered]
Jon here…Just read an article about the safest and most dangerous cities in the US. I have some bad news and I’ll copy/paste it in here.”The company also ranks the 25 safest and 25 most dangerous cities in an overall sample of 371 U.S. cities.”St. Louis, population 344,362, topped the list of the most dangerous cities. The second most dangerous city was Detroit, followed by Flint, Mich., and Compton, Calif.”The safest city was Brick, N.J., with a population of about 78,000, followed by Amherst, N.Y., and Mission Viejo, Calif.”I’m sorry Momma Van. I know this isn’t encouraging news for Brad out there in the mission field. We’ll just have to keep on praying for him!
This one is for the ladies…THE NEXT SURVIVOR SERIESSix married men will be dropped on an island with one car and 3 kids each for six weeks. Each kid will play two sports and either take music or dance classes. There is no fast food. Each man must take care of his 3 kids; keep his assigned house clean, correct all homework, complete science projects, cook, do laundry, and pay a list of “pretend” bills with not enough money. In addition, each man will have to budget in money for groceries each week. Each man must remember the birthdays of all their friends and relatives, and send cards out on time. Each man must also take each child to a doctor’s appointment, a dentist appointment and a haircut appointment . He must make one unscheduled and inconvenient visit per child to the Urgent Care (weekend, evening, on a holiday or right when they’re about to leave for vacation). He must also make cookies or cupcakes for a social function. Each man will be responsible for decorating his own assigned house, planting flowers outside and keeping it presentable at all times. The men will only have access to television when the kids are asleep and all chores are done. There is only one TV between them, and a remote with dead batteries. Each father will be required to know all of the words to every stupid song that comes on TV and the name of each and every character on cartoons. The men must shave their legs, wear makeup daily, which they will apply to themselves either while driving or making three lunches. Each man will have to make an Indian hut model with six toothpicks, a tortilla and one marker; and get a 4 year old to eat a serving of peas. Each man must adorn himself with jewelry, wear uncomfortable yet stylish shoes, keep their nails polished and eyebrows groomed. The men must try to get through each day without snot, spit-up or barf on their clothing. During one of the six weeks, the men will have to endure severe abdominal cramps, back aches, and have extreme, unexplained mood swings but never once complain or slow down from other duties. They must try to explain what a tampon is for when the 6-yr old boy finds it in the purse. They must attend weekly school meetings, church, and find time at least once to spend the afternoon at the park or a similar setting. He will need to read a book and then pray with the children each night without falling asleep, and then feed them, dress them, brush their teeth and comb their hair each morning by 7:00. They must leave the home with no food on their face or clothes. A test will be given at the end of the six weeks, and each father will be required to know all of the following information: each child’s birthday, height, weight, shoe size, clothes size and doctor’s name. Also the child’s weight at birth, length, time of birth, and length of labor, each child’s favorite color, middle name, favorite snack, favorite song, favorite drink, favorite toy, biggest fear and what they want to be when they grow up. They must clean up after their sick children at 2:00 a.m. and then spend the remainder of the day tending to that child and waiting on them hand and foot until they are better. They must have a loving, age appropriate reply to, “You’re not the boss of me”. The kids vote them off the island based on performance. The last man wins only if…he still has enough energy to be intimate with his spouse at a moment’s notice. If the last man does win, he can play the game over and over and over again for the next 18-25 years…eventually earning the right to be called Mother!
So, it is now officially 11 days until Jon and I go to San Diego (but who’s counting?). We were telling the kids about our trip the other day and their reactions differed just a little. Robbie didn’t even seem to notice we were talking to him. Adam just wants to go on the airplane with us. But Emily (always the entertaining child) had a different reaction. We told her we were going to San Diego, and in all seriousness she looked at us and said “Mom and Dad, you need to be careful. There are lots of hyenas in San Diego.” (I think this might be a reference from the movie Madagascar, but we’re not sure!) After Jon and I swallowed our tongues trying not to laugh, we thanked Emily for warning us and promised to be careful. We’ll be sure to brush up on our hyena defense before we go! She’s so silly!
So, it’s Monday morning, and we are semi-recovered from our quick trip to San Antonio and Sea World. Let’s just say it was an interesting weekend. So, in an effort to recap, here are the top five lessons that we learned this weekend.LESSON #1: The parking barriers are as much fun as the theme park we just paid a bunch of money to go in. As we were leaving for lunch on Saturday, the kids stopped and played on these blue cone things. If we had only known . . .[photopress:100_4602.JPG,full,centered][photopress:100_4601.JPG,full,centered]LESSON #2: We really need to learn to take more pictures. Aside from the lovely blue cone parking lot pictures, we only took about five more (3 of which look exactly like the ones Mom already posted on her blog!) So, here’s the last picture we took:[photopress:100_4600.JPG,full,centered]LESSON #3: A good rousing game of “Duck, Duck, Goose” is actually a pretty good way to end the day! Even if Becky only picks you cause you’re pregnant and she knows she can outrun you!LESSON #4: Family vacations are a lot more fun for kids than for adults. This is the kid perspective: We went to Sea World, and we got to see dolphins and Shamu and stay in a hotel and eat lots of junk food and go to bed really late and watch movies in the car. This is the adult perspective: We went to Sea World and we had to pay $10 to park, and it was really hot and humid, and the kids were tired and had way too much sugar, and we didn’t sleep for 2 days. By Saturday night, we were exhausted, but as we listened to the kids go on and on about their favorite things of the day, we realized that we have reached that stage where we don’t do things for ourselves anymore. It’s more important that the kids have a good time. And they did, so mission accomplished! Oh, and thanks Mom and Dad for all our vacations that we loved and I’m sure weren’t that much fun for you! LESSON #5: Family is the most important thing. Jon and I rushed back yesterday morning to be at church. We both had responsibilities that we thought were pretty important. One of those was the primary program for the kids and I thought I needed to be there to help. As I sat and the program went on, I realized something. Emily was no longer standing up to sing the songs. She had fallen asleep on the stand! Now it was cute and all, but Jon and I were upset with ourselves. Our kids were exhausted from the trip, and instead of realizing that it was more important to have a weekend as a family, we rushed back home to our crazy lives as if THAT was the most important thing. And it’s not. The primary program would have been fine without us, and they could have survived Jon not being there. So, we are learning, I guess. Maybe before we die we’ll get it right!Anyway, that’s it! It was a physically and emotionally draining weeked, but the important thing is that the kids had fun and we got to be with our family for just a little bit! And thankfully, none of the kids died from sugar shock!
Jon here…I don’t want to detract any attention from my wife’s post below. I sympathize extremely for what my wife has to deal with while I am at work (how convenient!). But, I got some cute pictures from work of Emily and Adam on the longhorn at the BNSF Family Day. The theme was BNSF – Where the Best Begin (extremely cheesy), which was to be western. Anyways, here are the pictures.Enjoy![photopress:Adam_on_longhorn.jpg,thumb,centered][photopress:Emily_on_longhorn.jpg,thumb,centered]
So, parenthood is filled with all sorts of really fun moments. Ya know, the ones where you scratch your head and wonder, “Huh?” and then just laugh. Like the time Emily got hysterical because she wanted to wear a shirt she DID NOT HAVE, and I said she couldn’t! Anyway, we had another one of those yesterday!The kids were all playing in the backyard after dinner. One of their favorite games to play is to pretend that one of them is working at a restaurant (which is our little plastic play house thing) and the other kids come up to the window and “order” stuff. Apparently, they were playing Ice Cream Parlor this time. All was well and good, or so we thought until Emily ran inside crying. We just figured someone was mean to her again. It turns out she was upset because Robbie “ate” all of the pretend ice cream. She was quite inconsolable. Seriously, you would have thought it was real ice cream the way she was carrying on and whining. Hmm, I just noticed most of our illogical, funny moments involve Emily. Teenage years should be loads of fun . . .